During the locker room showers, I noted that a number of boys were getting hair around their growing members.  Some guys had tufts of hair while others started to get a thick patch of short and curlies around their manhoods that looked rather messy to me.  Even Eugene had sprouted wispy black hairs and I noticed to my chagrin that his cock was rapidly changing in shape and volume.  Where once his soft cock had “turtled” above his balls like mine, he now had it dangling more than half way down his balls.  His ball sac had started hanging down more and more and bounced lazily between his legs while mine stayed high and tight with no hair to make my gonads look more imposing.

Deon and Ryan still reigned as cock champions, but Deon’s member started to look more and more like the ones I saw in Hustler.  There were blood vessels that protruded along the ebony shaft that made it look even thicker and menacing.  Ryan Bigelow’s cock also had some veins, but none as noticeable as Deon’s.  Deon’s cock dangled almost 2 inches below his balls while Ryan’s flaring cock head just got past the bottom of his testicles.  I hadn’t seen them hard, but I had seen the number of girls that each boy went through over the school year.  I myself hadn’t had much luck yet with the ladies.

During the Fall of 8th grade, I spent the night in Eugene’s house.  His mother had fixed some excellent Kung Pow chicken, spicy vegetables and steamed rice for us.  I loved watching Mrs. Chow bend over the oven and stretching to retrieve the dishes that we ate from.  She was short (but still taller than me), and she wore a tight miniskirt that had my pants dancing privately.

We went to Eugene’s room with our Algebra books and started to do some homework.  We had promised Mrs. Chow that our math would come before video games and lights out.  Eugene worked through his problems fairly quickly and started to play Centipede while I was still struggling with those quadratic equations.  I finally got through it and he let me play a couple of rounds on his Atari.  His younger brother Alex came in and sat bleary eyed as we shot down invaders and ate power pellets and ghosts.  Soon Alex was sleeping at the foot of Eugene’s bed.  We kept talking late through the night.

Eugene looked at me quizzically and said, “You ever measure your dick?”  I shook my head and he said “I did all the time.  I was so small a couple of years ago, I never thought I’d grow and all the other boys, except you would make fun of me.  Man, I’m so glad I’m getting bigger.”  We were no longer in the same gym class so I didn’t know if he was even larger than the last time I saw him.

“I haven’t grown too much down there”, I said sadly.  He nodded and said, “Yeah but in those cold showers, most of us are far from life-size.  Besides, when you’re hard is when it counts.  I know some guys who look big, but when they harden up, they don’t grow much.  Do you know what I mean?”

I hadn’t thought of that.  I did now that I grew about 3 times larger than I was soft.  I looked at Eugene and said “Really?  So you might not be so much bigger than me even though you have a dangler?!”

“I don’t know, you can only find out if we whip them out and measure them I guess.  I’ll get my Mom’s measuring tape.”  He walked out and then returned holding a small roll of tape.  “Since this is scientific, we have to use the metric system, it is better than inches.  Besides, everything sounds bigger in centimeters” he joked.

“Ummm, you start!” I suggested. 

“OK, but you have to measure me.  Do it on the top.  That way you can’t call me a liar!”

Eugene stood up and lowered his pajama bottom.  He then pulled off his jockey shorts and I saw that he was already getting stiffer.  I think it was nervous excitement.  He reached down and slowly started to rub himself in front of my face.  I was fascinated by the way his skin peeled back and covered his reddish cock head.  The shaft started to lift and widen and the skin slowly shrunk back and his cock head emerged more and more as he stroked.  Soon the uncircumcised penis had grown to its full glory and my chin dropped when I saw how much more developed Eugene had become.  “OK, take the tape and measure from the root of my cock to the end.”  I gingerly unrolled the tape and did as told. 

“19.79 centimeters.”

“Good, now wrap it around the shaft just below the head – that’s where I’m thickest!” 

“12.63 centimeters.”

He reached over and grabbed his notebook and a pen and wrote the numbers down.  “Not too shabby, I’m even bigger than I was a month ago!  OK, let me measure yours.”

I stood up and lowered my shorts and underwear.  “Make it hard” said Eugene.

I lightly brushed my fingers against it and said “It’s already as hard as it gets!”  Eugene’s eyebrows raised and a low whistle escaped his pursed lips.  He bent forward and put the measuring tape across the top of my hard on “8.48 centimeters long!”  He then wrapped it around the corona of my cock head (my widest point) and said “8.31 centimeters around.”  He grabbed his notebook and wrote my measurements out below his.  “Hey, I was nearly that small last year!” chortled Eugene.

Alex heard his laugh, woke up and rubbed his eyes.  He saw us standing side by side with our dicks sticking straight out, his eyes widened and he asked “What you guys doin’?!”

“We are measuring how big our penises are.  You shouldn’t look.”

Alex’s lower lip came out and he said “Measure mine!  I want to know my size.”  Eugene laughed and said “No, you are little boy, you might cry when you see how small you are next to us!”  I laughed too.  Alex looked down at my dick and his eyebrow raised and he smirked.

Alex got more insistent.  “No!  I won’t cry – measure mine!  I need to know how big I am.”  We both shrugged and Eugene said “OK, OK, but can you even get hard like us?”

Alex smiled, “I can!  I get hard sometimes.  I think I am getting hard now!”

Eugene stood him on the bed and helped pull down his footy pajama bottoms and his underoos.  “Rub it Alex – make it big!”  Eugene winked at me and giggled.

Alex grabbed his block and tackle and started to rub it vigorously.  He may be 11 years old, but I bet he was already getting hard when he accidentally saw his Mom put on her bra.  He probably just imagined that scenario and kept tugging on his “man root” – I knew I would.  Soon his little red dick head was poking past his foreskin and he looked to be fairly hard. 

Eugene grabbed the measuring tape.  “Ok – stop rubbing, you aren’t going to get any bigger!”  He put the tape on top from the base to the cock head and my throat constricted when I saw 7, 7.5, 8, and 8.5 centimeters unroll, but with even more penis to go.  Finally Eugene cleared his throat and said “8.87 centimeters!”  He wrote the figure below my length.  Alex’s cock was actually thicker near the base by his hairless balls so Eugene wrapped it around down there and announced “8.52 centimeters around!  God damn Alex, you’re bigger than Ronnie and you’re 2 years younger!”

Alex looked down at me from the bed top and shook his cock at me.  “I’m a BIG BOY!  My peepee is bigger than yours!  You’re a little Ronnie!” 

Eugene laughed and said “Yeah, he’s Little Ronnie alright!  I can’t believe a 13 year old is smaller than an 11 year old!  Ha Ha Ha Ha!”

My hard on withered like a tomato plant in the Mojave Desert and that made the Chow brothers laugh even harder.  Alex put his cock under my half shrunken dick and lifted it up and then Eugene lifted and placed his cock on top of mine and I was crushed between their larger cocks.  “He feels like some old squishy chewing gum doesn’t he?” said Eugene.  Alex laughed and said “He is a soft squishy Little Ronnie!”

I wanted to leave the room, but Eugene pushed me down onto the bed and straddled me with his legs on my arms and his penis jutting out over my nose and chin. Alex went behind my head and put is penis on my forehead.  Eugene reached back and started to twist my dicklet with his thumb and index finger.  “You’re still soft and squishy like an octopus.  Will you ever get as hard as me and my brother again?”

Eugene’s face hardened and he said, “Maybe if you licked our cocks your little peepee will get some strength to stand up again?!”  He then grabbed my balls and my cock in his hand and squeezed unmercifully.

The pain of his penis crushing fingers was too much.  “Urrgh!  OK you win- I’ll lick your cocks!  Please stop hurting me.”  I whimpered pitifully and knelt down.

My tongue extended hesitantly towards Eugene’s raging erection.  The tip of the tongue touched the underside of his cock head and felt the folds of skin that were stretched back over the angry red knob.  I dabbed my tongue up and down a bit on the underside of his head.  “Mmmm, lick it more!” said Eugene.

My tongue lolled out some more and soon I was licking the bottom of his shaft from the middle to the head.  His heavy balls were dangling on my Adam’s apple.  I could feel their weight and I imagined that they were growing and would soon crush my larynx.

“Lick mine too Little Ronnie!” shouted Alex.  I tilted my head back and licked less imposing shaft of the younger brother.  Soon my head was swiveling backwards and forwards as I licked their hardened hefts hungrily.  I felt myself harden in Eugene’s fingers and he laughed and said “Little Ronnie likes being a cock licker apparently!”

Alex’s little giant started to jerk and spasm and I closed my eyes expected to be drenched.  However, he was too young to generate true cum, so he was having dry heaves, but Alex said “This feels…oooooh….so good!   Mmmm Mmmmmm!  Oh yeah!”

Eugene grabbed my head with his left and forced it up to his cock.  I had to open my mouth because his hard-on was bludgeoning my lips and nose and he was twisting my dickie so hard.  My jaws widened as more of his shaft slipped deeper into my mouth, over my tongue, against my tonsils and down my throat!  My penis spit heroically and drenched his index and middle fingers with several drops of nearly transparent cum.  He let go of my dick and rubbed the cum drops on my face like Indian war paint and then used both hands to push my face closer to his stomach. 

Soon I had the entire nearly 20 cm cock in my mouth and my throat felt like a virgin being raped by a bull.  Eugene’s eyes glared down at me with pure evil, lust and he said “In a minute you’re going to get a flood of cum!  You better swallow it all Little Ronnie!  I don’t want anything on my sheets.  NOTHING better dampen my sheets!  Do you understand?”

I blinked twice as an affirmative and he smiled at my meekness.  He looked up at the ceiling and started pushing and pulling my head until I thought it was going to separate from the neck.  I felt like a Pez dispenser being ravaged by an overeager 4 year old.  Finally Eugene grunted and looked down with victory in his eyes and he shouted “IIIIIIIIII’mmmmmmmmmm cummmmminnngggg!  IIIII’mmm cuummmmminnnnggg!  Suck it all Little Ronnie!”

I felt gobs of warm jets squirting down my esophagus as Eugene demonstrated what a true big load (or more accurately big loads) felt like.  My stomach and throat felt bloated and Eugene started to withdraw as his spasms weakened a bit.  I felt the cum following the vacuum that his cock was leaving in its exit and I nearly coughed out a mouthful but hurriedly sucked it back in so as not to get Eugene’s sheets wet.  He lifted his slowly softening cock and took my shirt and wiped the excess cum and saliva onto it.  After he cleaned it off he lay down next to me with his right leg draped over my legs and his big warm cock smothering my little nub. 

Alex had watched this and he had hardened again.  He bounced his little gland on my forehead rather violently until he started to spasm again.  This time, the dry heaves miraculously gave way to a nice little cum geyser that blew across the same cheek that Eugene had rubbed my issue on.  I felt his thick semen wash over my nearly dry cum stripes like a sudden flash flood over parched land.  I had to hold my hand on the side of my face like a cup to capture the jets of jism and swallow them so that Eugene would have nothing to be angry about in the morning.

Alex was wide eyed and said “Did you see all that white stuff come out of mine?!  That’s the first time that ever happened!  I guess I’m becoming a bigger man than you!  Ha Ha Ha!!!”

The next morning, Mrs. Chow fixed pancakes for us.  As we hungrily tore into them, my (and probably their) eyes drank in the lovely cleavage of her low cut top and frilly little apron.  She noticed my stares and cleared her throat and said “You boys sure made quite a bit of noise last night.  Poor Mr. Dempsey looks like he could use a bit more sleep.  He must have gotten close to something hot because his right cheek looks so dry and flaky.  What were you doing?”

“Aww Mom, we were just talking.  We had a good time and stuff.” grumbled Eugene.

“I bet, I told you to be in bed by 11:00 PM.  I think I heard more noises and saw lights after that.  Oh well, boys will be boys” sighed Mrs. Chow.

“Mom, can Little Ronnie come back soon?  I want to play with him again,” Alex excitedly asked.

“Little Ronnie?!  When I last looked Mr. Dempsey was taller than you Alex.  You should be more polite.  Do you think he likes names like that?”

I could have told her the awful truth, but I looked at the boys and then at her and said, “I-i-it’s OK Missus Chow.  I don’t care what Alex calls me.  He’s just being…friendly.”

“Cocky more like it.  They are so much like their father, Mr. Chow.  I’m glad you think their friendly Mr. Dempsey.  You’re a very sweet little boy to put up with the antics of my disobedient sons and you are welcome to come back anytime!”

We all laughed and finished demolishing our flap jacks.  As humiliated as I was, I knew that if Eugene asked, I’d probably come back to spend a night.  My sexual curiosity was too large in proportion to my tool unfortunately.